( up until this point, so pretty much all through spring break, she simply made do on the vending machine snacks. it's not too bad — certainly almost better than what she could eat back at home — but she has to say, after a while of eating nothing but chocolate and sweets, you start to crave something more... normal. some rice, maybe, or meat, or even a veggie, and she says that as a fruit person —

so, yeah, when he drags her into the home ec room, and promptly shoves her towards a table full of food, she's not complaining. well, save for screaming a lone 'what the hell' at first, but like — understandable, right? )

Hey, if you're gonna grab a girl off the hallway like that, at least warn her first! Sheesh. ( huffing, she glances from the boy to the table, where the food is on full display.

... that actually looks so nice... )

Wha... did you make this?! ( suddenly, all of his sins are forgiven. ) Are you a housewife?! ( say less, though — because she's already grabbing one of the lunchboxes and digging into it. yes, with fingers. )